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I’ve forgotten your name,
although it’s written
all over my body.

On my hands that you held
that November night,
on my forehead you kissed
when we said goodbye.

In my eyes that you loved,
on my shoulders you hugged,
on my back you admired
in the hot summer sun.

If I want to remember
your name these days,
I just look at my body,
for there you will stay.

But I don’t want to remember,
I want to forget
I want to live life
and remove you from it.

I want to close my eyes
and not see you
behind my lids
when I feel the bruise.

So I’ll stare straight ahead,
I’ll follow the sun.
For if I look down at my body,
I’ll come undone.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011

It seems that as people read this, new meanings and metaphors are surfacing that not even I recognized. :) Feel free to add to the growing list.
Baby, I can’t help it.
You make me wanna smile.
You make me wanna crawl into
your world a little while.

But all that’s just a memory,
some papers in my drawer,
some playlists and some post it notes
all scattered on the floor.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
I think I’ve lost my footing,
I think I’m falling down,
I think I’m gonna topple
face first on the ground.

You’re trying to trip me,
to push me on the floor.
Is this all we have in store for us?
Or is there something more?
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
I’m on the brink of freedom.
I’m sprinting for the edge.
But right before I feel the fall,
you pull me back again.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011 (All rights reserved)

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